By Heaven! it is a splendid sight to see For one who hath no friend, no brother there.
A feast not profuse but elegant; more of salt [refinement] than of expense.
He was a man of his times. with one virtue and a thousand crimes. (The Corsair)
What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.
And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'Tis that I may not weep.
In England the only homage which they pay to Virtue - is hypocrisy.